When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

We already have so much pressure towards sameness through radio, film and comic outside the school, that we can't afford to do a thing inside that is not toward individual development.

When I teach people, I marry them.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.